A God Fell From the Sky One Day

Summary: When Loki let go at the end of Thor, where did he disappear to? This story explores one place he might have gone.

Chapter 1

It's not easy to
be in love with a demigod.

It all started
when the sky above my house cracked open and an attractive black haired man
dressed in gold with a green cape fell onto my flowerbed, just missing my
thorny rose bushes. This man claimed to be Loki, the Norse god of mischief and
lies. I didn't believe him at first; humans no longer believed in gods, frost
giants and magic.

"Okay, so you
expect me to believe that you are a god? Granted, you did fall out of a crack
in the cloudless sky, but a god? From another planet? No way," I argued,
as I puttered around my kitchen preparing lasagna.

"I assure you
I am Loki of Asgard. What will it take to convince you? Shall I call forth the
Casket of Ancient Winters and coat this house with ice? Or would you prefer
that I turn your cats into snakes? Perhaps I shall show you my true form. My
frost giant form," he said.

I looked up,
puzzled, from the sauce I was stirring and dropped the spoon on the floor as I
watched Loki's transformation. His skin changed from smooth peaches-and-cream
to a light blue with raised ridges. His eyes green eyes became a brilliant red.
Only his height and black hair remained unchanged. The blue skin and red eyes
in no way diminished my visceral attraction to him, although I could see that
he was uncomfortable in his own skin. This was an obviously very unhappy and
self-conscious man standing in my kitchen.

"Oh, you're
so beautiful," I said as I dashed across the room to stand in front of
him. I reached my hand out and traced the ridges on his face gently before
placing a soft kiss on his cheek "Your skin is quite pleasantly cool. You
would be marvelous to cuddle up with in the summer evenings to watch the stars
come out. It's one of my favorite things to do, but I hate the heat."

I sighed,
imagining us curled up on a lounge chair together-iced tea sitting on the table
to the side-comfortably gazing at the stars while fireflies flicker and dance
around us. In my imagination he brushed my lips with his chilled ones while my
hands ran through his hair.

He raised an
eyebrow as he looked into my eyes. He batted my hands away and raised his voice
in agitation, "Frost giants are monsters, they tried to destroy Midgard a
thousand years ago, and have brought nothing but pain and destruction to all of
the Nine Realms! I should be feared, not flirted with! Odin should have left me
to die in that temple. That would have been kinder than being lied to and
treated as second best for centuries!"

I wrapped my arms
around his waist and held him close to me. At first he struggled and tried to
push me away, but before long his arms wrapped around me and I felt him start
to shake with emotions he could no longer suppress. I suspected he was crying,
but mindful of his pride I just held him while his story poured out of him.
Eventually his hold on me changed from that of seeking comfort to that of
passion.

We never did eat
that lasagna.

The sex was
amazing, but we struggled to get along together outside of the bedroom. He was
accustomed to being a prince and did not enjoy scrubbing the toilet or changing
the litter box. I disliked his insistence on using magic to clean the dishes.
Plastic tumblers melt and glass baking dishes crack when exposed to magic.

He also insisted
on using his magic to acquire things that he desired instead of paying for
them.

I remember the
first time I took him shopping for clothes. We had no trouble choosing clothes
for a new wardrobe; Loki knows what he likes and what looks good on him. The
problem arose at the cash register.

"Your total
today comes to $1,423.53," the cashier said as she folded the last of
Loki's shirts and placed it into a bag.

Loki flashed the
cashier a brilliant smile while waving his hand at the register. He picked up
the bags of clothes and walked out of the store without saying a word. The
cashier handed me a receipt and told me to have a nice day before turning to
her next customer.

I ran out of the
store, grabbed Loki's arm, and pulled him around to face me. He jerked his arm
away from me and frowned.

"Loki!"
I threw my arms up in the air and yelled, "What the ever living hell was
that? You can't just use magic like that, it's stealing. That poor cashier is
going to have her drawer come up short; she'll probably lose her job, and go to
jail!"

He rolled his eyes
and continued walking to my car. A quick wave of his hand and all the bags were
neatly packed in the trunk and the doors were unlocked. He climbed into the car
and fastened his seat belt, "Your precious cashier will have her drawer
come out just fine. I merely conjured the requisite amount of money directly
into her drawer and implanted the memory of her handling the money into her
brain."

Relieved, I
started the car and headed home. We were silent on the trip home, until we
pulled into my drive way. "On the other hand I am the god of lies, so I
might have actually turned the money in her drawer into mice."

Startled by this
statement, I hit the accelerator instead of the brake and crashed into my
garage door. Loki just laughed at me, but he was kind enough to use his magic
to repair the damage. After the damage was fixed, he took me into his arms and
kissed me gently, "Forgive my little jest darling, I would not betray your
trust in me with a lie. Indeed, you the only one that I am always honest
with."

He could be
utterly charming and charismatic when it suited his purposes and ruthless and
cruel at other times. He charmed my parents and my friends with his mischievous
smile and silver tongue. He was frequently rude to service people, as he
considered them to be beneath him. As a result, I almost always tipped our waiters
40% instead of the traditional 20%. We spent many hours discussing his family
and the ways in which they wronged him. As the months passed, he became less
and less angry at the world in general and his family in particular. He was
still rude to people, but the venom in his voice disappeared.

We traveled to
places I've only dreamed of. Loki would wake me on the weekends and we would
teleport to Russia to eat blini for breakfast, followed by a tour of Machu
Picchu's citadel in Peru, cumulating in an evening skinny dipping in a hot tub
watching the Northern Lights in Norway.

For New Year’s
Eve, we spent the evening at the Moulin Rouge in Paris. Loki's hair had grown a
few inches longer and for this evening he opted not to slick it back from his
face, but instead to let it curl naturally. He wore a beautifully tailored
tuxedo, the new emerald cufflinks I gave him for Christmas, and had not stopped
smiling and laughing all evening.

Looking at him, it
was easy to believe that he was a god, indeed there were quite a few women (and
men) checking him out this evening. I returned from the restroom to find a
stunning redhead standing up close to him, her hand resting on his chest.

"...show you
moves that your partner has never dreamed of," she said as she ran her other
hand through Loki's curls. He slipped his arm around her waist and held her
close to him.

She glanced back
at me and smirked, it was clear she was gloating over having stolen such a
beautiful man away from his date. I folded my arms across my chest and grinned
at her, waiting for the dressing down that was sure to come forth from my
beloved.

"Oh, you
ruttish earth-vexing giglet. You stand here eager to make mischief and chaos,
on this most glorious of evenings. You attempt to coerce me, the very god of
mischief, into debauchery most vile. You flatter yourself into believing that a
low-cut dress and overly curled hair is attractive. Instead you merely appear
cheap and classless. Begone now, you putrid whore. Your pathetic attempt to
ensnare me shall not be successful tonight," said Loki as he pushed her
away from him.

The woman burst
into tears and ran sobbing in the direction of the restrooms, her heels
clicking on the tile floor. Loki smiled at me as he took me in his arms and
caressed my face. "My love," he pulled me flush against his chest,
and pressed a kiss to my hair, "I fell from Asgard a broken man, unloved
and evil. You provided me with nothing but kindness and understanding."

"Now, on the
cusp of a new year," he continued as he tucked a strand of hair behind my
ear, "I find that I am a new man, one loved by the most amazing woman to
ever be born in any of the Nine Realms. I find myself ready to return to Asgard
and make amends with my family. I will never again be king, but it is my desire
that you return with me to the home I always knew, to be the queen of my heart
and mother of my heirs. "

I could feel my
heart beating quickly as I smiled up at my love. "Oh, Loki, I too desire
to spend the rest of my life with you and explore the world you grew up in, but
I fear that it will only bring you pain: I am still a mortal. You have
thousands of years left to live, yet my remaining years will be short and
fleeting to you."

Loki rubbed
circles on my bare back and gave me a brilliant smile. "Is that your only
concern, my darling? There is an orchard of golden apples on Asgard, eating
these apples will grant you an immortal lifespan. Surely, the Allfather will
grant my request for one. If not, why I shall simply steal one for you."
His eyes glittered with mischief. "Indeed, that would be infinitely more
amusing, I do still desire to cause mischief; I am not changed that much."

The idea of
spending eternity with Loki was a little overwhelming. I took a deep breath as
I rested my head on his chest. "I just have one question, when do we
leave?" Loki laughed and pressed a soft kiss to my hair.

We returned to
Asgard through the secret paths between the realms that only Loki knows and
were greeted with open arms by his family. The reunion of Loki and his adopted
family was incredibly emotional. Frigga was overjoyed to meet me for she had
always wanted nothing more than to see her little Loki at peace with himself.
She insisted that Odin send for an apple from Idunn's orchard right away.

Odin was more than
willing to do what he could to make things right with Loki again and Thor wept
with joy to see his little brother home again. I think Thor had missed Loki
more than anyone else. Thor's wife, Jane Foster, also cried. This was the first
time she and Loki had met, but she has such a kind heart that she couldn't help
but be moved by our arrival.

Loki protested the
hugs his family bestowed upon him that evening, but I knew he was only
pretending to object to them. He was quite moved to know that he had been
missed and he didn't even try to hide his own tears.

Asgard celebrated
the return of their lost prince and his bride-to-be for a full two weeks. There
was feasting and dancing, story-telling, mock battles, singing, and drinking
until the wee hours of the morning. At the end of the two weeks my darling Loki
and I were wed in a private ceremony followed by a public feast. As a surprise
to me, Loki asked Thor to go Earth and return with my parents. Loki knew I
would want them to be there at my wedding and so they could see where I would
be living.

Aesir women
typically walk down the aisle alone, but I wanted my father to walk with me.
When we reached the dais where Loki was waiting for me, my dad kissed my cheek
and told me to be happy. He clapped Loki on the shoulder. "Take care of
her, my boy," he said before walking back to stand next to my mother.

Odin offered them
apples from Idunn's orchard which they declined. "We are not afraid of
death, your Majesty," my mother said. "As long as my daughter and son-in-law
visit frequently we'll be happy." We promised to visit them at least once
a year, a promise that we faithfully kept. After my parents passed away I
continued to visit their graves on their birthdays. I always brought flowers
and told them stories of my life with Loki.

As the years went
by, Loki and I welcomed three children into our lives. Our son, Ari, inherited
his father’s magic skills and became the most skilled sorcerer that Asgard has
ever seen. Loki was incredibly proud of his son's skills and often boasted
about his exploits to anyone who would listen. Our twin daughters, Eira and
Lifa, became ambassadors to Midgard and Jotenheim, respectively, and helped
issue in an era of peace and prosperity throughout the Nine Realms that has
lasted for millennia.

Loki never again
became king of Asgard, but he has always been the most trusted advisor to Thor.
Loki's quick and cunning mind makes him the only one Thor trusts to handle the
delicate task of diplomacy with other realms, and he has been instrumental in
shaping the realm into the wonder that it is today.

Footsteps behind
me pull me out of my reminiscing. It is late at night and I know that Loki has
come out on our balcony to encourage me to come to bed. I feel his arms wrap
around my waist as he whispers in my ear, "Come to bed, sweet one, I wish
to show you the depth of my desire for you. I desire to get you pregnant again.
You are never more beautiful than when you are round with child." I allow
myself to be guided back to bed where Loki worships every inch of me. "Mine,"
he says as we drift off to sleep.

My third pregnancy
is an easy one. I have no morning sickness and my sex drive has increased a
hundred-fold. Loki is frequently seen yawning during council meetings, much to
Thor and Jane's amusement.

Loki spends hours
caressing my belly as it grows and talking to our child. He tells us tales of
his own childhood as well as fantastic stories of his own creation. One of
Loki's private skills is playing the harp and singing. He has written each child
a song, and they have all reacted differently to hearing their song while in
utero. This little one likes to kick and is always very active while Loki plays
his song.

While my pregnancy
has been easy, the birth is anything but. Finally after many hours of pain and
exhaustion our second son was brought forth screaming his way into the world.
"Today would have been my father's 200th birthday. In honor of him, I
would like to name our son James," I say as I cuddled my tiny child to my
breast. With a tear in his eyes, Loki smiles at me and nods.

It has not always
been easy to love a demigod, but the rewards for me have been outstanding. The
sex has gotten better over time, we no longer bicker as often as we did when we
first met, but there are still a few sources of friction in our relationship.
Loki still uses magic to clean the dishes when visiting Lifa, and he still
often uses magic to get what he wants instead of paying for it.

He also delights
in making his family laugh and he is a wonderful father and uncle. Loki is no
longer the bitter insecure man that fell into my yard all those years ago. We
are both happy with our life and thankful for the day that the sky opened and
Loki fell out.

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Stormie Stafford:
I loved the plot of this story. It was unique and I thoroughly enjoyed it..The only thing I could see was missing words in between sentences.There were only a few grammatical errors that I could see. I would definitely love to see a sequel to this novel. I want to know what happens after. Great J...

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Well, ladies and gentlemen, she's done it again! This story, told through Nic's eyes and the eyes of his ononi-nar Jordan is simply put, a work of true art! From the very first chapter you're engulfed in a world of magic, with such intricate details! I'm so pleasantly pleased and am in fact hopin...

B U Z Z K I L L :
Again, the plot is kind of hard to follow but that's the only problem I have with this book. Other than that it's pretty good overall. This one is more so focused on the romance aspect of it, but there's still a TON of action.I definitely like the more romance books, just because that's what I lo...

Isabella Cooke:
Absolutely great novel, I love it very much~I have been reading it non stop because it just keeps pullIng me in every chapter! The author is doing a great job on this book and I hope the author can keep the good work up!😁

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